As You Like It. by William Shakespeare. Characters in the Play. OLIVER, the eld est son of Sir Rowland de Boys

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1 1 As You Like It by William Shakespeare Characters in the Play DUKE SENIOR, the rightful but exiled duke, brother to Duke Frederick (doubled w/corin) Lords attending Duke Senior in exile: JAQUES (doubled w/le Beau) AMIENS (doubled w/charles) FIRST LORD (doubled w/dennis, William, First Page, 2nd Lord [F]) SECOND LORD (doubled w/frederick, Silvius) Attending Duke Senior in exile: FIRST PAGE (doubled w/dennis, William, First Lord [S], 2nd Lord [F]) SECOND PAGE (doubled w/adam, Oliver Martext) ROSALIND, daughter to Duke Senior DUKE FREDERICK, the usurping duke, brother to Duke Senior (doubled w/silvius, Second Lord [S]) CHARLES, wrestler at Duke Frederick's court (doubled w/amiens) LE BEAU, a courtier at Duke Frederick's court (doubled w/jaques) Attending Duke Frederick: 1st LORD (doubled w/audrey) 2nd LORD (doubled w/dennis, William, First Lord [S], First Page) CELIA, Rosalind's cousin, daughter to Duke Frederick TOUCHSTONE, a court Fool OLIVER, the eld est son of Sir Rowland de Boys ORLANDO, his youngest brother SECOND BROTHER to Orlando and Oliver, confusingly named Jaques ADAM, servant to Oliver but friend to Orlando (doubled w/oliver Martext, Second Page) DENNIS, servant to Oliver (doubled w/william, First Lord [S], First Page, 2nd Lord [F]) CORIN, a shepherd (doubled w/duke Senior) SILVIUS, a young shepherd in love with Ph oebe (doubled w/frederick, Second Lord [S]) PHOEBE, a disdainful shepherdess AUDREY, a goat-keeper (doubled w/1st Lord [F]) WILLIAM, a country youth in love with Audrey (doubled w/dennis, First Lord [S], First Page, 2nd Lord [F]) SIR OLIVER MARTEXT, a parish priest (doubled w/adam, Second Page) HYMEN, god of marriage (as played by a masquer at the wedding, played by Amiens in this production ) [Tentative script draft (with diction changes ): ]

2 2 Table of Contents Title Page / Characters 1 Table of Contents 2 Relationships 3 1: I.i -- de Boys estate [act one begins] 4 2: I.ii -- court of Frederick 7 3: I.iii -- court of Frederick 14 4: II.i -- forest of Arden 19 5: II.iii -- de Boys estate 21 6: II.ii -- court of Frederick 23 7: II.v -- forest of Arden 23 8: II.iv -- forest of Arden 25 9: II.vi -- forest of Arden 28 10: II.vii -- forest of Arden 29 11: III.i -- court of Frederick 34 12: III.ii -- forest of Arden [act one ends] 35 13: III.iv-v -- forest of Arden [act two begins] 45 14: III.iv-v -- forest of Arden 47 15: IV.i -- forest of Arden 52 16: IV.ii -- forest of Arden 57 17: IV.iii -- forest of Arden 58 18: V.i -- forest of Arden 63 19: V.ii -- forest of Arden 65 20: V.iii -- forest of Arden 68 21: V.iv -- forest of Arden [play ends] 70

3 Relationships Within the Play 3

4 4 Scene 1 [Act One, Scene One] [deboys estate: Enter Orlando and Adam.] ORLANDO As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion bequeathed me by will, but poor a thousand crowns, and, as thou sayst, charged my brother on his blessing to breed me well. And there begins my sadness: My brother Jakes he keeps at school, and report speaks goldenly of his profit. For my part, he keeps me rustically at home, or (to speak more properly) stays me here at home unkept--for call you that "keeping," for a gentleman of my birth, that differs not from the stalling of an ox? His horses are bred better. But I, his brother, gain nothing under him but growth, this nothing that he so plentifully gives me, the something that nature gave me, his countenance seems to take from me: He bars me the place of a brother. This is it, Adam, that grieves me; and the spirit of my father within me begins to mutiny against this servitude. I will no longer endure it, though yet I know no wise remedy how to avoid it. [Enter Oliver.] ADAM Yonder comes my master, your brother. ORLANDO Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear how he will shake me up. [Adam steps aside.] OLIVER Now, sir, what make you here? ORLANDO Nothing. I am not taught to make anything. OLIVER What mar you then, sir? ORLANDO Marry, sir, I am helping you to mar that which God made--a poor unworthy brother of yours--with idleness. OLIVER Marry, sir, be better employed, and be naught awhile. ORLANDO Shall I keep your hogs and eat husks with them? OLIVER Know you where you are, sir? ORLANDO O, sir, very well: here in your orchard. OLIVER Know you before whom, sir? ORLANDO Ay, better than him I am before knows me. I know you are my eldest brother, and in the gentle condition of blood you should so know me. The courtesy of nations allows you my better, in that you are the first-born, but the same tradition takes not away my blood. I have as much of my father in me as you, albeit I confess your coming before me is nearer to his reverence.

5 5 OLIVER [strikes Orlando] What, boy! ORLANDO [seizes Oliver] Come, come, elder brother, you are too young in this. OLIVER Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain? ORLANDO I am no villain. I am the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Boys. He was my father, and he is thrice a villain that says such a father begot villains. Wert thou not my brother, I would not take this hand from thy throat till this other had pulled out thy tongue for saying so. ADAM [coming forward] Sweet masters, be patient. For your father's remembrance, be at accord. OLIVER [to Orlando] Let me go, I say. ORLANDO I will not till I please. You shall hear me: My father charged you in his will to give me good education. You have trained me like a peasant, obscuring and hiding from me all gentlemanlike qualities. The spirit of my father grows strong in me, and I will no longer endure it. Therefore allow me such exercises as may become a gentleman, or give me the poor allottery my father left me by testament. With that, I will go. [Orlando releases Oliver.] OLIVER And what wilt thou do--beg when that is spent? Well, sir, I will not long be troubled with you: You shall have some part of your will. I pray you leave me. ORLANDO I will no further offend you than becomes me for my good. OLIVER [to Adam] Get you with him, you old dog. ADAM Is "old dog" my reward? Most true, I have lost my teeth in your service. God be with my old master. He would not have spoke such a word. [Orlando and Adam exit.] OLIVER Is it even so? Begin you to grow upon me? I will physic your rankness, and yet give no thousand crowns neither. [Enter Dennis.] DENNIS So please you, Charles, the Duke's wrestler, is here at the door and importunes access to you. OLIVER Call him in. [Dennis exits.] 'Twill be a good way, and tomorrow the wrestling is. [Enter Charles.]

6 6 CHARLES Good morrow to your Worship. OLIVER Good morrow, Charles; what's the new news at the new court? CHARLES There's no news at the court, sir, but the old news. That is, the old duke is banished by his younger brother the new duke, and three or four loving lords have put themselves into voluntary exile with him, whose lands and revenues enrich the new duke. Therefore, he gives them good leave to wander. OLIVER Can you tell if Rosalind, the Duke's daughter, be banished with her father? CHARLES O, no, for the Duke's daughter, her cousin, so loves her, being ever from their cradles bred together, that she would have followed her exile or have died to stay behind her. She is at the court and no less beloved of her uncle than his own daughter, and never two ladies loved as they do. OLIVER Where will the old duke live? CHARLES They say he is already in the Forest of Arden, and a many merry men with him; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England. They say many young gentlemen flock to him every day, and pass the time carelessly as they did in the golden world. OLIVER What, you wrestle tomorrow before the new duke? CHARLES Marry, do I, sir, and I came to acquaint you with a matter: I am given, sir, secretly to understand that your younger brother Orlando hath a disposition to come in disguised against me to try a fall. Tomorrow, sir, I wrestle for my credit, and he that escapes me without some broken limb shall acquit him well. Your brother is but young and tender, and for your love I would be loath to throw him, as I must for my own honor. Therefore, out of my love to you, I came hither to acquaint you withal, that you might stay him from his intendment, in that it is a thing of his own search and altogether against my will.

7 7 OLIVER Charles, I thank thee for thy love to me, which thou shalt find I will most kindly requite. I had myself notice of my brother's purpose herein, and have by underhand means labored to dissuade him from it; but he is resolute. I'll tell thee, Charles, he is the stubbornest young fellow, full of ambition, a secret and villainous contriver against me his natural brother. Therefore use thy discretion. I had as lief thou didst break his neck as his finger. And thou wert best look to 't, for if thou dost him any slight disgrace, he will practice against thee by poison, entrap thee by some treacherous device, and never leave thee till he hath ta'en thy life by some indirect means or other. For I assure thee--and almost with tears I speak it--there is not one so young and so villainous this day living. I speak but brotherly of him, but should I describe him to thee as he is, I must blush and weep, and thou must look pale and wonder. CHARLES I am heartily glad I came hither to you. If he come tomorrow, I'll give him his payment. If ever he go alone again, I'll never wrestle for prize more. And so God keep your Worship. OLIVER Farewell, good Charles. [Charles exits.] Now will I stir this gamester. I hope I shall see an end of him, for my soul--yet I know not why--hates nothing more than he. Yet he's gentle, never schooled and yet learned, full of noble device, of all sorts enchantingly beloved, especially of my own people, that I am altogether misprized. But this wrestler shall clear all. [He exits.] Scene 2 [Act One, Scene Two] [Duke Frederick s court: Enter Rosalind and Celia.] CELIA I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my coz, be merry. ROSALIND Dear Celia, I show more mirth than I am mistress of, and would you yet I were merrier? Unless you could teach me to forget a banished father, you must not learn me how to remember any extraordinary pleasure. CELIA Herein I see thou lov'st me not with the full weight that I love thee. If my uncle, thy banished father, had banished thy uncle, the Duke my father, so thou hadst been still with me, I could have taught my love to take thy father for mine. ROSALIND Well, I will forget the condition of my estate to rejoice in yours.

8 8 CELIA You know my father hath no child but I; and truly, when he dies, thou shalt be his heir, for what he hath taken away from thy father perforce, I will render thee again out of love. By mine honor I will. Therefore, my sweet Rose, my dear Rose, be merry. ROSALIND From henceforth I will, coz, and devise sports. Let me see--what think you of falling in love? CELIA Marry, I prithee do, to make sport withal: let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally. ROSALIND I would we could do so, for her benefits are mightily misplaced, and the bountiful blind woman doth most mistake in her gifts to women. CELIA 'Tis true, for those that she makes fair she scarce makes honest, and those that she makes honest she makes very ill-favoredly. ROSALIND Nay, now thou goest from Fortune's office to Nature's. Fortune reigns in gifts of the world, not in the lineaments of nature. [Enter Touchstone.] CELIA Peradventure this is not Fortune's work neither, but Nature's, who perceiveth our natural wits too dull to reason of such goddesses, and hath sent this natural for our whetstone, for always the dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits. [To Touchstone.] How now, wit, whither wander you? TOUCHSTONE Mistress, you must come away to your father. CELIA Were you made the messenger? TOUCHSTONE No, by mine honor, but I was bid to come for you. ROSALIND Where learned you that oath, fool? TOUCHSTONE Of a certain knight that swore by his honor they were good pancakes, and swore by his honor the mustard was naught. Now, I'll stand to it, the pancakes were naught and the mustard was good, and yet was not the knight forsworn. CELIA How prove you that in the great heap of your knowledge? ROSALIND Ay, marry, now unmuzzle your wisdom. TOUCHSTONE Stand you both forth now: stroke your chins, and swear by your beards that I am a knave.

9 9 BOTH CELIA & ROSALIND By our beards (if we had them), thou art. TOUCHSTONE By my knavery (if I had it), then I were. But if you swear by that that is not, you are not forsworn. No more was this knight swearing by his honor, for he never had any, or if he had, he had sworn it away before ever he saw those pancakes or that mustard. CELIA Prithee, who is 't that thou mean'st? TOUCHSTONE One that old Frederick, your father, loves. CELIA My father's love is enough to honor him. Enough. Speak no more of him; you'll be whipped for slander one of these days. TOUCHSTONE The more pity that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly. CELIA By my troth, thou sayest true. For, since the little wit that fools have was silenced, the little foolery that wise men have makes a great show. Here comes Monsieur Le Beau. [Enter Le Beau.] ROSALIND With his mouth full of news. CELIA Which he will put in us as pigeons feed their young. ROSALIND Then shall we be news-crammed. CELIA All the better. We shall be the more marketable.--bonjour, Monsieur Le Beau. What's the news? LE BEAU Fair princess, you have lost much good sport. CELIA Sport? Of what color? LE BEAU What color, madam? How shall I answer you? ROSALIND As wit and fortune will. TOUCHSTONE Or as the destinies decree. CELIA Well said. That was laid on with a trowel. TOUCHSTONE Nay, if I keep not my rank-- ROSALIND Thou losest thy old smell.

10 10 LE BEAU You amaze me, ladies. I would have told you of good wrestling, which you have lost the sight of. ROSALIND Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling. LE BEAU I will tell you the beginning, and if it please your Ladyships, you may see the end, for the best is yet to do, and here, where you are, they are coming to perform it. CELIA Well, the beginning--that is dead and buried. LE BEAU There comes an old man and his three sons-- CELIA I could match this beginning with an old joke. LE BEAU The eldest of the three wrestled with Charles, the Duke's wrestler, which Charles in a moment threw him and broke three of his ribs, that there is little hope of life in him. So he served the second, and so the third. Yonder they lie, the poor old man their father making such pitiful dole over them that all the beholders take his part with weeping. ROSALIND Alas! TOUCHSTONE But what is the sport, monsieur, that the ladies have lost? LE BEAU Why, this that I speak of. TOUCHSTONE Thus men may grow wiser every day. It is the first time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport for ladies. CELIA Or I, I promise thee. ROSALIND Shall we see this wrestling, cousin? LE BEAU You must if you stay here, for here is the place appointed for the wrestling, and they are ready to perform it. CELIA Yonder sure they are coming. Let us now stay and see it. [Flourish. Enter Duke Frederick, both Lords, Orlando, and Charles.] DUKE FREDERICK Come on. Since the youth will not be entreated, his own peril on his forwardness. ROSALIND [to Le Beau] Is yonder the man? LE BEAU Even he, madam. CELIA Alas, he is too young. Yet he looks successfully.

11 11 DUKE FREDERICK How now, daughter and cousin? Are you crept hither to see the wrestling? ROSALIND Ay, my liege, so please you give us leave. DUKE FREDERICK You will take little delight in it, I can tell you, there is such odds in the man. In pity of the challenger's youth, I would fain dissuade him, but he will not be entreated. Speak to him, ladies; see if you can move him. CELIA Call him hither, good Monsieur Le Beau. DUKE FREDERICK Do so. I'll not be by. [He steps aside.] LE BEAU [to Orlando] Monsieur the challenger, the Princess calls for you. ORLANDO I attend them with all respect and duty. ROSALIND Young man, have you challenged Charles the wrestler? ORLANDO No, fair princess. He is the general challenger. I come but as others do, to try with him the strength of my youth. CELIA Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold for your years. You have seen cruel proof of this man's strength. If you saw yourself with your eyes or knew yourself with your judgment, the fear of your adventure would counsel you to a more equal enterprise. We pray you for your own sake to embrace your own safety and give over this attempt. ROSALIND Do, young sir. Your reputation shall not therefore be misprized. We will make it our suit to the Duke that the wrestling might not go forward. ORLANDO I confess me much guilty to deny so fair and excellent ladies anything. But let your fair eyes and gentle wishes go with me to my trial, wherein, if I be foiled, there is but one shamed that was never gracious; if killed, but one dead that is willing to be so. I shall do my friends no wrong, for I have none to lament me; the world no injury, for in it I have nothing. ROSALIND The little strength that I have, I would it were with you. CELIA And mine, to add to hers. ROSALIND Fare you well. Pray heaven I be deceived in you. CELIA May the force be with you. [Enter Actors 6, 10, 12, and Stage Manager to create the ring; Actor 3 as ring girl.]

12 12 CHARLES Come, where is this young gallant that is so desirous to lie with his mother Earth? ORLANDO Ready, sir. DUKE FREDERICK [coming forward] You shall try but one fall. CHARLES No, I warrant your Grace you shall not entreat him to a second, that have so mightily persuaded him from a first. ORLANDO You mean to mock me after, you should not have mocked me before. But come your ways. ROSALIND Now Hercules be thy speed, young man! CELIA I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow by the leg. [Orlando and Charles wrestle.] ROSALIND O excellent young man! CELIA If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who should down. [Orlando throws Charles. Shout.] DUKE FREDERICK No more, no more. How dost thou, Charles? LE BEAU He cannot speak, my lord. DUKE FREDERICK Bear him away. [Charles is carried off by the Two Lords. Ringers exit.] What is thy name, young man? ORLANDO Orlando, my liege, the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Boys. DUKE FREDERICK I would thou hadst been son to some man else. The world esteemed thy father honorable, But I did find him still mine enemy. Thou shouldst have better pleased me with this deed Hadst thou descended from another house. I would thou hadst told me of another father. [Duke exits with Touchstone, Le Beau, Lords, and Attendants.] CELIA [to Rosalind] Were I my father, coz, would I do this?

13 13 ORLANDO I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's son, His youngest son, and would not change that calling To be adopted heir to Frederick. ROSALIND [to Celia] My father loved Sir Rowland as his soul, And all the world was of my father's mind. Had I before known this young man his son, I should have given him tears unto entreaties Ere he should thus have ventured. CELIA Gentle cousin, Let us go thank him and encourage him. My father's rough and envious disposition Sticks me at heart.--sir, you have well deserved. If you do keep your promises in love But justly as you have exceeded all in promise, Your mistress shall be happy. ROSALIND [giving Orlando a chain from her neck] Gentleman, Wear this for me--one out of suits with Fortune, That could give more but that her hand lacks means.-- Shall we go, coz? CELIA Ay.--Fare you well, fair gentleman. ORLANDO [aside] Can I not say "I thank you"? My better parts Are all thrown down, and that which here stands up Is but a quintain, a mere lifeless block. ROSALIND [to Celia] He calls us back: My pride fell with my fortunes. I'll ask him what he would.--did you call, sir? Sir, you have wrestled well and overthrown More than your enemies. CELIA Will you go, coz? ROSALIND Have with you. [To Orlando.] Fare you well. [Rosalind and Celia exit.] ORLANDO What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue? I cannot speak to her, yet she urged conference.

14 14 [Enter Le Beau.] O poor Orlando! Thou art overthrown. Or Charles or something weaker masters thee. LE BEAU Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you To leave this place. Albeit you have deserved High commendation, true applause, and love, Yet such is now the Duke's condition That he misconsters all that you have done. ORLANDO I thank you, sir, and pray you tell me this: Which of the two was daughter of the duke That here was at the wrestling? LE BEAU Neither his daughter, if we judge by manners, But yet indeed the smaller is his daughter. The other is daughter to the banished duke, And here detained by her usurping uncle To keep his daughter company, whose loves Are dearer than the natural bond of sisters. But I can tell you that of late this duke Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle niece, Grounded upon no other argument But that the people praise her for her virtues And pity her for her good father's sake; And, on my life, his malice 'gainst the lady Will suddenly break forth. Sir, fare you well. Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. ORLANDO I m very bound to you, and f are you well. Thus must I from the smoke into the smother, From tyrant duke unto a tyrant brother. But heavenly Rosalind! [Le Beau exits.] [He exits.] Scene 3 [Act One, Scene Three] [Duke Frederick s court: Enter Celia and Rosalind.]

15 15 CELIA Why, cousin! Why, Rosalind! Cupid have mercy, not a word? ROSALIND Not one to throw at a dog. CELIA No, thy words are too precious to be cast away upon curs. Throw some of them at me. Come, lame me with reasons. ROSALIND Then there were two cousins laid up, when the one should be lamed with reasons, and the other mad without any. CELIA But is all this for your father? ROSALIND No, some of it is for my child's father. O... CELIA Come, come, wrestle with thy affections. ROSALIND O, they take the part of a better wrestler than myself. CELIA O, a good wish upon you! You will try in time, in despite of a fall. But turning these jests out of service, let us talk in good earnest: Is it possible on such a sudden you should fall into so strong a liking with old Sir Rowland's youngest son? ROSALIND The Duke my father loved his father dearly. CELIA Doth it therefore ensue that you should love his son dearly? By this kind of chase I should hate him, for my father hated his father dearly. Yet I hate not Orlando. ROSALIND No, faith, hate him not, for my sake. CELIA Why should I not? Doth he not deserve well? [Enter Duke Frederick with both Lords.] ROSALIND Let me love him for that, and do you love him because I do. Look, here comes the Duke. CELIA With his eyes full of anger. DUKE FREDERICK [to Rosalind] Mistress, dispatch you with your safest haste, And get you from our court. ROSALIND Me, uncle? DUKE FREDERICK You, cousin. Within these ten days if that thou beest found So near our public court as twenty miles, Thou diest for it.

16 16 ROSALIND I do beseech your Grace, Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me; If that I do not dream or be not frantic (As I do trust I am not) then, dear uncle, Never so much as in a thought unborn Did I offend your Highness. DUKE FREDERICK Thus do all traitors. If their purgation did consist in words, They are as innocent as grace itself. Let it suffice thee that I trust thee not. ROSALIND Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor. Tell me whereon the likelihood depends. DUKE FREDERICK Thou art thy father's daughter. There's enough. ROSALIND So was I when your Highness took his dukedom. So was I when your Highness banished him. Treason is not inherited, my lord, Or if we did derive it from our friends, What's that to me? My father was no traitor. CELIA Dear sovereign, hear me speak. DUKE FREDERICK Ay, Celia, we stayed her for your sake; Else had she with her father ranged along. CELIA I did not then entreat to have her stay. It was your pleasure and your own remorse. I was too young that time to value her, But now I know her: If she be a traitor, Why, so am I. We still have slept together, Rose at an instant, learned, played, ate together, And, wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans Still we went coupled and inseparable. DUKE FREDERICK She is too subtle for thee; and her smoothness, Her very silence, and her patience

17 17 Speak to the people, and they pity her. Thou art a fool. She robs thee of thy name, And thou wilt show more bright and seem more virtuous When she is gone. Then open not thy lips. Firm and irrevocable is my doom Which I have passed upon her. She is banished. CELIA Pronounce that sentence then on me, my liege. I cannot live out of her company. DUKE FREDERICK You are a fool.--you, niece, provide yourself. If you outstay the time, upon mine honor And in the greatness of my word, you die. [Duke and Lords exit.] CELIA O my poor Rosalind, whither wilt thou go? Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine. I charge thee, be not thou more grieved than I am. ROSALIND I have more cause. CELIA Thou hast not, cousin. Prithee, be cheerful. Know'st thou not the Duke Hath banished me, his daughter? ROSALIND That he hath not. CELIA No? Hath not? Rosalind lacks then the love Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one. Shall we be sundered? Shall we part, sweet girl? No, let my father seek another heir. Therefore devise with me how we may fly, Whither to go, and what to bear with us; And do not seek to take your change upon you, To bear your griefs yourself and leave me out. For, by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale, Say what thou canst, I'll go along with thee. ROSALIND Why, whither shall we go? CELIA To seek my uncle in the Forest of Arden.

18 18 ROSALIND Alas, what danger will it be to us, Maids as we are, to travel forth so far? Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. CELIA I'll put myself in poor and mean attire, And with a kind of umber smirch my face. The like do you. So shall we pass along And never stir assailants. ROSALIND Were it not better, Because that I am more than common tall, That I did suit me all points like a man? A gallant curtal-ax upon my thigh, A boar-spear in my hand, and in my heart Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will. We'll have a swashing and a martial outside-- As many other mannish cowards have That do outface it with their semblances. CELIA What shall I call thee when thou art a man? ROSALIND I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own page, And therefore look you call me Ganymede. But what will you be called? CELIA Something that hath a reference to my state: No longer Celia, but Aliena. ROSALIND But, cousin, what if we assayed to steal The clownish fool out of your father's court? Would he not be a comfort to our travel? CELIA He'll go along o'er the wide world with me. Leave me alone to woo him. Let's away And get our jewels and our wealth together, Devise the fittest time and safest way To hide us from pursuit that will be made After my flight. Now go we in content To liberty, and not to banishment. [They exit.]

19 19 Scene 4 [Act Two, Scene One] [Forest of Arden: Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, and two Lords, like foresters.] DUKE SENIOR Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we not the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, "This is no flattery. These are counselors That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything. AMIENS I would not change it. Happy is your Grace, That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Into so quiet and so sweet a style. DUKE SENIOR Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, Being native dwellers of this forest free, Should in their own confines with forked heads Have their round haunches gored. FIRST LORD Indeed, my lord, The melancholy Jaques grieves at that, And in that kind swears you do more usurp Than doth your brother that hath banished you. Today my Lord of Amiens and we two Did steal behind him as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood; To the which place a poor sequestered stag

20 20 That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt Did come to languish. SECOND LORD And indeed, my lord, The wretched animal heaved forth such groans That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat Almost to bursting, and the big round tears Coursed one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase. AMIENS And thus the hairy fool, Much markèd of the melancholy Jaques, Stood on th' extremest verge of the swift brook, Augmenting it with tears. DUKE SENIOR But what said Jaques? Did he not moralize this spectacle? AMIENS O yes, into a thousand similes. FIRST LORD First, for his weeping in the needless stream: "Poor deer," quoth he, "thou mak'st a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much." SECOND LORD Then, being there alone, Left and abandoned of his velvet friend: "'Tis right," quoth he. "Thus misery doth part The flux of company." Anon a careless herd, Full of the pasture, jumps along by him And never stays to greet him. FIRST LORD "Ay," quoth Jaques, "Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens. 'Tis just the fashion. Wherefore do you look Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?" AMIENS Thus most invectively he pierceth through The body of country, city, court, Yea, and of this our life, swearing that we Are mere usurpers, tyrants, and what's worse, To fright the animals and kill them up In their assigned and native dwelling place.

21 21 DUKE SENIOR And did you leave him in this contemplation? AMIENS We did, my lord, weeping and commenting Upon the sobbing deer. DUKE SENIOR Show me the place. I love to meet him in these sullen fits, For then he's full of matter. BOTH LORDS We'll bring you to him straight. [They exit.] Scene 5 [Act Two, Scene Three] [de Boys estate: Enter Orlando and Adam, meeting.] ORLANDO Who's there? ADAM What, my young master, O you memory Of old Sir Rowland! Why, what make you here? Why are you virtuous? Why do people love you? And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant? Why would you be so fond to overcome The bonny prizer of the humorous duke? Your praise is come too swiftly home before you. Know you not, master, to some kind of men Their graces serve them but as enemies? O, what a world is this when what is comely Envenoms him that bears it! ORLANDO Why, what's the matter? ADAM O unhappy youth, Come not within these doors. Within this roof The enemy of all your graces lives. Your brother (no, no brother) yet the son (Yet not the son, I will not call him son) Of him I was about to call his father, Hath heard your praises, and this night he means To burn the lodging where you use to lie, And you within it. If he fail of that, He will have other means to cut you off. I overheard him and his practices.

22 22 This is no place, this house is but a butchery. Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it. ORLANDO Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go? ADAM No matter whither, so you come not here. ORLANDO What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my food, Or with a base and boist'rous blade enforce A thievish living on the common road? I rather will subject me to the malice Of a diverted blood and bloody brother. ADAM But do not so. I have five hundred crowns, The thrifty hire I saved under your father, Which I did store to be my foster nurse When service should in my old limbs lie lame. Take that, and He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age. Here is the gold. All this I give you. Let me be your servant. Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty, For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood. Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty but kindly. Let me go with you. I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities. ORLANDO O good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When servants sweat for duty, not for meed! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat but for promotion, And having that, do choke their service up Even with the having. It is not so with thee. But come thy ways. We'll go along together, And ere we have thy youthful wages spent, We'll light upon some settled low content. ADAM Master, go on, and I will follow thee

23 23 To the last gasp with truth and loyalty. [They exit.] Scene 6 [Act Two, Scene Two] [ Duke Frederick s court: Enter Duke Frederick with both Lords.] DUKE FREDERICK Can it be possible that no man saw them? It cannot be. Some villains of my court Are of consent and sufferance in this. FIRST LORD I cannot hear of any that did see her. The ladies her attendants of her chamber Saw her abed, and in the morning early They found the bed untreasured of their mistress. SECOND LORD My lord, the roinish clown at whom so oft Your Grace was wont to laugh is also missing. Hisperia, the Princess' gentlewoman, Confesses that she secretly o'erheard Your daughter and her cousin much commend The parts and graces of the wrestler That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles, And she believes wherever they are gone That youth is surely in their company. DUKE FREDERICK Send to his brother. Fetch that gallant hither. If he be absent, bring his brother to me. I'll make him find him. Do this suddenly, And let not search and inquisition quail To bring again these foolish runaways. [They exit.] Scene 7 [Act Two, Scene Five] [Forest of Arden: Enter Amiens, Jaques, First Lord, and Second Page.] AMIENS [sings] Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me

24 24 And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither. Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. JAQUES More, more, I prithee, more. AMIENS It will make you melancholy, Monsieur Jaques. JAQUES I thank it. More, I prithee, more! I can suck melancholy out of a song as a weasel sucks eggs. More, I prithee, more. AMIENS My voice is ragged. I know I cannot please you. JAQUES I do not desire you to please me. I do desire you to sing. Come, more, another stanzo. Call you 'em "stanzos"? AMIENS What you will, Monsieur Jaques. JAQUES Nay, I care not for their names; they owe me nothing. Will you sing? [Enter Second Lord.] AMIENS More at your request than to please myself. JAQUES Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you: Come, sing. And you that will not, hold your tongues. AMIENS The Duke hath been all this day to find you. JAQUES And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is too disagreeable for my company. I think of as many matters as he, but I give heaven thanks and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come. Song. ALL [together here] Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' th' sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither. Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.

25 25 JAQUES I'll give you a verse to this note that I made yesterday in despite of my invention. AMIENS And I'll sing it. JAQUES Thus it goes: [gives paper to Amiens who sings: (?)] If it do come to pass That any man turn ass, Leaving his wealth and ease A stubborn will to please, Sudio, sudio, sudio. Here shall he see Gross fools as he, An if he will come to you. AMIENS What's that " su-su-suidio "? JAQUES 'Tis an invocation to call fools into a circle. [They exit severally.] Scene 8 [Act Two, Scene Four] [Forest of Arden: Enter Rosalind as Ganymede, Celia as Aliena, and Clown, alias Touchstone.] ROSALIND O Jupiter, how weary [merry?] are my spirits! TOUCHSTONE I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary. ROSALIND I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel and to cry like a woman, but I must comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat. Therefore courage, good Aliena. CELIA I pray you bear with me. I can go no further. TOUCHSTONE For my part, I had rather bear with you than bear you. Yet I should bear no cross if I did bear you, for I think you have no money in your purse. ROSALIND Well, this is the Forest of Arden. TOUCHSTONE Ay, now am I in Arden, the more fool I. When I was at home, I was in a better place; but travelers must be content.

26 26 ROSALIND Ay, be so, good Touchstone. [Enter Corin and Silvius.] Look you who comes here, a young man and an old in solemn talk. [Rosalind, Celia, and Touchstone step aside and eavesdrop.] CORIN [to Silvius] That is the way to make her scorn you still. SILVIUS O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her! CORIN I partly guess, for I have loved ere now. SILVIUS No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess, Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow. But if thy love were ever like to mine, As sure I think did never man love so, How many actions most ridiculous Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy? CORIN Into a thousand that I have forgotten. SILVIUS O, thou didst then never love so heartily. If thou rememb'rest not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run into, Thou hast not loved. Or if thou hast not sat as I do now, Wearing thy hearer in thy mistress' praise, Thou hast not loved. Or if thou hast not broke from company Abruptly, as my passion now makes me, Thou hast not loved. O Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe! [He exits.] ROSALIND Alas, poor shepherd, searching of thy wound, I have by hard adventure found mine own.

27 27 TOUCHSTONE And I mine. I remember when I was in love I broke my sword upon a stone and bid him take that for coming a-night to Jane Smile; and I remember the kissing of her churn, and the cow's dugs that her pretty chapped hands had milked; and I remember the wooing of a peascod instead of her, from whom I took two cods and, giving her them again, said with weeping tears "Wear these for my sake." We that are true lovers run into strange capers. But as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly. ROSALIND Thou speak'st wiser than thou art aware of. TOUCHSTONE Nay, I shall ne'er be aware of mine own wit Till I break my shins against it. ROSALIND Jove, Jove, this shepherd's passion Is much upon my fashion. TOUCHSTONE And mine, but it grows something stale with me. CELIA I pray you, one of you question yond man if he for gold will give us any food. I faint almost to death. TOUCHSTONE [to Corin] Holla, you clown! ROSALIND Peace, fool. He's not thy kinsman. CORIN Who calls? TOUCHSTONE Your betters, sir. CORIN Else are they very wretched. ROSALIND [to Touchstone] Peace, I say. [As Ganymede, to Corin] Good even to you, friend. CORIN And to you, gentle sir, and to you all. ROSALIND [as Ganymede] I prithee, shepherd, if that love or gold Can in this desert place buy entertainment, Bring us where we may rest ourselves and feed. Here's a young maid with travel much oppressed, And faints for hunger. CORIN Fair sir, I pity her And wish for her sake more than for mine own

28 28 My fortunes were more able to relieve her. But I am shepherd to another man, And do not shear the fleeces that I graze. My master is of churlish disposition And little tries to find the way to heaven By doing deeds of hospitality. Besides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed Are now on sale, and at our sheepcote now, By reason of his absence, there is nothing That you will feed on. But what is, come see, And in my voice most welcome shall you be. ROSALIND [as Ganymede] What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture? CORIN That young swain that you saw here but erewhile, That little cares for buying anything. ROSALIND [as Ganymede] I pray thee, if it stand with honesty, Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock, And thou shalt have the price for it from us. CELIA [as Aliena] And we will mend thy wages. I like this place, And willingly could waste my time in it. CORIN Assuredly the thing is to be sold. Go with me. If you like upon report The soil, the profit, and this kind of life, I will your very faithful feeder be, And buy it with your gold right suddenly. [They exit.] Scene 9 [Act Two, Scene Six] [Forest of Arden: Enter Orlando and Adam.] ADAM Dear master, I can go no further. O, I die for food. Here lie I down and measure out my grave. Farewell, kind master. [He lies down.]

29 29 ORLANDO Why, how now, Adam? No greater heart in thee? Live a little, comfort a little, cheer thyself a little. If this uncouth forest yield anything savage, I will either be food for it or bring it for food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers. For my sake, be comfortable; hold death awhile at the arm's end. I will here be with thee presently, and if I bring thee not something to eat, I will give thee leave to die; but if thou diest before I come, thou art a mocker of my labor. Come, I will bear thee to some shelter, and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner if there live anything in this forest. Cheerly, good Adam. I'll be with thee quickly. [They exit.] Scene 10 [Act Two, Scene Seven] [Forest of Arden: Enter Duke Senior and First Lord.] DUKE SENIOR I think he be transformed into a beast, For I can nowhere find him like a man. FIRST LORD My lord, he is but even now gone hence; Here was he merry, hearing of a song. DUKE SENIOR If he, so out of tune, grow musical, We shall have shortly discord in the spheres. Go seek him. Tell him I would speak with him. [Enter Jaques.] FIRST LORD He saves my labor by his own approach. DUKE SENIOR [to Jaques] Why, how now, monsieur? What a life is this That your poor friends must woo your company! What, you look merrily. JAQUES A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' th' forest, A motley fool. A miserable world! As I do live by food, I met a fool, Who laid him down and basked him in the sun, And railed on Lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms, and yet a motley fool. "Good morrow, fool," quoth I. "No, sir," quoth he,

30 30 "Call me not 'fool' till heaven hath sent me fortune." And then he drew a watch from his pack And, looking on it with lack-luster eye, Says very wisely, "It is ten o'clock. Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags. 'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale." When I did hear The motley fool thus moral on the time, My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, And I did laugh sans intermission, An hour by his watch. O noble fool! Motley's the only wear. DUKE SENIOR What fool is this? JAQUES O worthy fool!--o, that I were a fool! I am ambitious for a motley coat. DUKE SENIOR Thou shalt have one. JAQUES It is my only suit, Invest me in my motley. Give me leave To speak my mind, and I will through and through Cleanse the foul body of th' infected world, If they will patiently receive my medicine. DUKE SENIOR Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do. JAQUES What, for a counter, would I do but good? DUKE SENIOR Most mischievous foul sin in chiding sin. For thou thyself hast been a libertine, As sensual as that British Sting himself ; And all th' embossed sores and headed evils That thou with license of free foot hast caught, Wouldst thou disgorge into the general world. JAQUES Why, who cries out on pride

31 31 That can therein tax any private party? Or what is he of basest function That says his bravery is not on my cost, Thinking that I mean him, but therein suits His folly to the mettle of my speech? There then. How then, what then? Let me see wherein My tongue hath wronged him. If it do him right, Then he hath wronged himself. If he be free, Why then my taxing like a wild goose flies Unclaimed of any man. [Enter Orlando, brandishing a sword.] But who comes here? ORLANDO Forbear, and eat no more! JAQUES Why, I have ate none yet. ORLANDO Nor shalt not till necessity be served. DUKE SENIOR [to Orlando] Art thou thus boldened, man, by thy distress, Or else a rude despiser of good manners, That in civility thou seem'st so empty? ORLANDO You touched my fate at first. The thorny point Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show Of smooth civility, yet am I inland bred And know some nurture. But forbear, I say. He dies that touches any of this fruit Till I and my affairs are answered. JAQUES If you will not be answered with reason, I must die. DUKE SENIOR [to Orlando] What would you have? Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness. ORLANDO I almost die for food; and let me have it. DUKE SENIOR Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table.

32 32 ORLANDO Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray you. I thought that all things had been savage here, And therefore put I on the countenance Of stern commandment. But whoe'er you are: If ever you have looked on better days, If ever been where bells have called to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast, If ever from your eyelids wiped a tear And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied, Let gentleness my strong enforcement be, In the which hope I blush and hide my blade. [He sheathes his sword.] DUKE SENIOR True is it that we have seen better days, And have with holy bell been called to church, And sat at good men's feasts and wiped our eyes Of drops that sacred pity hath engendered. And therefore sit you down in gentleness, And take upon command what help we have That to your wanting may be ministered. ORLANDO Then but forbear your food a little while Whiles, like a doe, I go to find my fawn, And give it food. There is an old poor man Who after me hath many a weary step Limped in pure love. Till he be first sufficed, Oppressed with two weak evils, age and hunger, I will not touch a bite. DUKE SENIOR Go find him out, And we will nothing waste till you return. ORLANDO I thank you; and be blessed for your good comfort. [He exits.] DUKE SENIOR Thou seest, we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal theater Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play. JAQUES All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players:

33 33 They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Then the whining schoolboy with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. [Enter Orlando, carrying Adam.] DUKE SENIOR Welcome. Set down your venerable burden, And let him feed. ORLANDO I thank you most for him. ADAM I scarce can speak to thank you for myself. DUKE SENIOR Welcome. Fall to. I will not trouble you As yet to question you about your fortunes.-- Give us some music, and, good cousin, sing. [The Duke and Orlando continue their conversation, apart.] AMIENS [sings] Blow, blow, thou winter wind. Thou art not so unkind

34 34 As man's ingratitude: Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho, sing heigh-ho, unto the green holly. Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly. Then heigh-ho, the holly, This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remembered not. Heigh-ho, sing heigh-ho, unto the green holly. Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly. Then heigh-ho, the holly, This life is most jolly. DUKE SENIOR [to Orlando] If that you were the good Sir Rowland's son, As you have whispered faithfully you were, And as mine eye doth his handsomeness witness Most truly limned and living in your face, Be truly welcome hither. I am the duke That loved your father. The residue of your fortune Go to my cave and tell me.--good old man, Thou art right welcome as thy master is. [To Lords] Support him by the arm. [To Orlando] Give me your hand, And let me all your fortunes understand. [They exit.] Scene 11 [Act Three, Scene One] [Duke Frederick s court: Enter Duke Frederick, First Lord, and Oliver.] DUKE FREDERICK [to Oliver] Not see him since? Sir, sir, that cannot be. But were I not the better part made mercy, I should not seek an absent argument Of my revenge, thou present. But look to it: Find out thy brother. Bring him, dead or living, Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more To seek a living in our territory.

35 35 Thy lands and all things that thou dost call thine Worth seizure, do we seize into our hands Till thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth Of what we think against thee. OLIVER O, that your Highness knew my heart in this: I never loved my brother in my life. DUKE FREDERICK More villain thou.--well, push him out of doors, And let my officers of such a nature Make an extent upon his house and lands. Do this expediently, and send him packing. [They exit.] Scene 12 [Act Three, Scene Two] [Remainder of play--forest of Arden: Enter Orlando, with a paper.] ORLANDO Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love; And thou, thrice-crowned Queen of Night, survey With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above, Thy huntress' name that my full life doth sway. O Rosalind, these trees shall be my books, And in their barks my thoughts I'll character, That every eye which in this forest looks Shall see thy virtue witnessed everywhere. Run, run, Orlando, carve on every tree The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. [He exits.] [Enter Corin and Touchstone.] CORIN And how like you this shepherd's life, Master Touchstone? TOUCHSTONE Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I like it very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, look you, it fits my humor well; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd?